Arizona

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My heart is here, in this little corner I’ve carved out on the inter webs, always. Finding the time, however, is always a struggle. Perhaps more now than ever. But I’ve kinda just succumbed to the fact of it and get in when I fit in. Trying to find peace with a to-do list that shows no mercy. Life slows for none of us.

And so, some pictures from our last trip out to Arizona. Over a month late, but who’s counting. A trip where we tried desperately not to melt; where the only time I had any energy to capture anything through my lens was in the comfort of air-conditioning. Or a setting sun. Where the boys left with a hue of green in their hair from the pool, which truthfully did little to quench the heat.

In any event, it was a nice time spent with cousins, grandparents, great grandparents; the boys enjoying their rides on the tractor and collecting bugs in the yard. I was able to score some nice things for the house as well, including an old wooden dresser and an antique mirror.

Hoping we’ll make it back out this fall, when the weather has cooled.

4 Responses

  • Your photos make me miss Arizona so much. That road to Four Peaks….ah, it was a favorite. When I’d had too much of the city, I would drive with my windows down along the Salt River with the mountains in front of me, crossing the bridge and looking for wild horses. I made that drive often. Lots of time spent out there. It felt like another world.

  • Oh my goodness they’re so sweet. I can’t tell you how many time a day I have to pull the ” no touching! ” card. You have such a lovely little crew there lady

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